Tangled Fate |MN| Ch 1, Pg 1

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-Jwalamukhi-IF-Stunnerz

This is my first Mayank-Nupur fan-fic. I think this concept suited them both a lot. And no, it's not Beauty and the Geek but just a little...Vengeance filled story. I do have a Beauty and the Geek kind of a story in mind but not sure if I'd like to write one like that at the moment...haha. If any AR fans are reading this, or even Samrat-Gunjan fans, please drop me a PM or so or even post a comment here saying if they'd like to read this fic in SaJan or AR version!

-Jwalamukhi-IF-Stunnerz

I stared at the him, as I entered
his office. Shocked. He stared back at me, his eyes red with anger. I clutched
onto my rsum, as I stared at him. I stared at the strange wonders of my life.
The person who I had left back 2 years ago, was now staring back at me.

Why? I questioned myself. Why
is it that whenever I try to run away from something it comes back to me? Why?
Kyun? I was running away from Mayank for the past 2 years, building a hatred
for me in his heart but it had to end this way? Fate bringing us together at
such a cruel stage...again? WHY?And now, he is sitting write infront
of me. Waiting to take my interview for the job of his personal secretary.
I take my eyes off Mayank, ashamed, remembering the moment that I had met Mayank's
father and he had told me to stay away from him.

2 Years Ago -

"Nupur," he had said, when he had came to
my house to meet me, telling Mayank that he were to talk about 'our' wedding.

My parents were so excited about
everything. The wedding, but they didn't know it would come down in such a
harsh way. They were ripped apart when they were insulted like this...just cus
of me.

I bend down and touch his feet to
take ashirwad, Mr. Lalit Sharma did give me ashirwad, but was it with his full
heart? I had wondered that night.

"Nupur, dekho, Mayank is
intensly and madly in love with you, which I can see why, you are a very
pretty, well- educated and nice girl, but here is my problem, you are not up to
our status." he says, very clamly and in a polite gesture that didn't feel
like he was apposing to the marriage.

My dad, Mr. Balraaj Bhushan lets
out a little, not-from-the-heart laugh to lighten the atmosphere. "Lalli,
what are you doing? You know that our kids love each other, and we are friends
as well, so why not let our kids get married?"

My dad goes up to Mr. Sharma to hug
him, but Mr. Sharma puts his arms high in the air, blocking my dad.
"Balraaj, I know we are friends but dekh, I have recently come back from
Canada, and we are now considered one of the richest families of Ludhiana, and
in this atmosphere, I don't think I shall agree to let my son get married to
some beggers, which in this case will be you guys." Mr. Sharma takes a
deep sigh, as my dad's expression changes from happiness to worry to sadness. I
just stand there, motionless as I try to take in everything Mr. Sharma was
saying.

"Lalli, what are you saying? I
don't understand..." my dad replies, confused as to what he heard was
right or wrong.

"Balraaj, what you heard is
absoloutly correct. I don't want Mayank and Nupur's marriage to happen. Look, I
hope you understand me, but since I am a big business man now, I think it is
about time, that you come to know that I am no longer your 'status' and that I
have turned to be someone much bigger, then you could reach." replies Mr. Sharma,
explaining to my dad why we weren't their status no more.

"Mr. Lalit Sharma!," I
say, in a harsh but yet respectful voice. " You have NO right to talk to
my dad like this. You think you are some big business man or something, then
puh-leese, don't even think about it. And just to tell you, I fell in love with
your son, because he loves me as much as I love him, so before you come here
and start to cause my dad more pain, I suggest you go talk to your son and tell
him to stop loving me." I take a deep breath, tears on the verge of
rolling down my eyes. "And by the way, the whole wealth, you are proud of
right now, I am sure, in the years to come, you will have NOTHING. You get
that?"

"Aye Ladki! You better mind
your language. Now before, I do something horrible, let me tell you, my son
loves me more then you, so you better keep your mouth shout and let the elders
do the talking.", replies Mr. Lalit Sharma, in a mild tone, but yet the
impatientness sounding straight in his voice.

I try to say something but my
father puts a hand on my shoulder, and eyes me to move back. I do as I say.

My dad folds his hands in front of
Mr. Sharma, his eyes moist. "Lalit, I beg you. Please, please get Nupur
married to Mayank. I have been putting her wedding off for 4 years now, waiting
for you to come. And now you are back, let's take our friendship forward...or
else my honour and dignity will be gone...no one will agree to get married to Nupur.
Please...I beg you. Let this marriage happen."

"Haha! Haha!. You want me to
get this marriage to happen? And here is your daughter, saying that she will
only get married, after I am sorry for my behaviour. Doesn't she know that the
ladke wale's are almost at a higher aspect then the ladki wale's."
sarcasm, clearly showing in his voice. "Fine then, I will agree to get Mayank
married to your daughter after she agrees to lick my feet." Lalit says, more
powerfully, no hint of sarcasm in his voice.

My dad looks at Lalit as if he is
out of his mind, and so do I. Lalit looks at my shocked face and smiles.

"Kya...?" my dad says, in
a shocked voice.

"Yes, if your daughter, truly,
as she says loves my son Mayank, then she shall come and lick my feet."
replies Lalit, explaining his whole deal.

"Mr. Lalit Sharma, pyaar kisi
evidence ka mohataj na hota. Love is not based on any evidence, but if you
insist, I shall come and show you how much I love Mayank."

I move out of my place and walk
towards Lalit, and when I do, I glare at him, confident that I would be able to
pass this test. I bend down on my knees, with nothing by my dad's dignity,
honour and Mayank's picture and love in my heart. I close my eyes, remembering
all the times I had spent with my dad and Mayank, I stick my tongue out and am
about to lick Mr. Sharma's shoe when my dad puts his hand on my shoulder and
tells me to get up.

"No Nupur, you will not do
this." he says, finally considering his decision.

I get up, and do as he says. I
stand beside him. "Per papa..." I try to argue but her doesn't listen
to me. He just places his hand infront of my face, in a
'Stop-I-will-do-the-talking' mode.

"Mr. Lalit Sharma, how
dare you? How dare you come to my house and tell my daughter to lick your
feet? It looks like you really did forget our 22 year old
relationship, didn't you?" says my father, with bitterness in his voice.
He takes a deep breath, as he continues on, when he sees Mr. Sharma not
interrupting for once. "If we are on a smaller status scale then you, if
we are middle class, then that still does not give you any right to
come and abuse my daughter in such a manner. It was not her who first said she
loved your son, Mayank. It was your son who had come up to me and said
that he loved Nupur. It was him who said that he would do anything for the sake
of Nupur's love. My daughter is not as low character as you claim her to
be." he takes another breath and looks at me, my eyes moist. My dad looks
at me, in a 'I-am-sorry-I-am-forced-to-do-this-but-I-don't-have-any-choice' manner.
I don't look away from him but instead, give him a strong light-hearted smile
saying that 'I trust him with any decision he takes'.

"Oh...so should I say that
this marriage is not happening then?" asks Mr. Sharma, in a sarcastic
tone, with no hint of repentance.

My dad looks down at the ground,
thinking of the right words to say. I knew what he was thinking. He was
thinking about me. Even though he may not say it, but he knew I loved Mayank
more then my own life, and he knew that if he said 'no' to this marriage, then
I would do something drastic. But I trusted him, and he needed to know
that. I didn't care if I couldn't be with Mayank for the rest of my life,
but as long as my dad had his honour with him, I would stand through anything.
I may not be able to live with Mayank, but I would always be there, loving him
from the bottom of my heart. I go and place my hand on my dad's shoulder,
telling him that I supported any decision he made. He turns and looks up at me,
I wipe my tears away, and wipe his away as well. I smile at him. He places his
hand on my shoulder, pacifying me.

"Dekho, I don't have time for
these stupid emotions at the moment, so I will take my leave. Important meeting
hai. Something way important then this. Just call me and tell me
what your decision is." Mr. Sharma takes his visiting card out of his
pocket, and offers it to my dad, but when neither my dad nor me, make the move
to grab it, he just flicks the card in our faces, gives us a smirk and leaves.
"Cheapskates" he mumbles, while he makes his way out the door.

My dad turns around and holds my
hands. Tears streaming down his eyes...and mine too. "I am sorry Nupur. I
couldn't get you your Mayank...please forgive me. I made you wait all those
years just for Mayank but he couldn't be yours....I am sorry." my dad
says, his voice weak, as he tried to recover from the sadness that he had received
today. Slowly, he slides down on the ground, crying, and mumbling 'sorry' all
over again.

I try to hold my tears back but
failing, I kneel down beside him, letting my tears flow down. I touch his hands
that he had held in shame. "Papa...please...no...don't." I say, no
other words coming out of my mouth. "Is mein aap ki koi galati nahin hai...aap apne aap ko dosh mat
de jiye." I say, crying.

Present -

I am snapped out of my most
dreadful moment. I continue to stare at Mayank, and he stares back at me. His
expression filled with revenge, anger and arrogance. Something that My
Mayank, didn't have. This Mayank, that would soon be my 'boss' was completely
different then the Mayank I loved...and continue to love. This was not my Mayank...
this Mayank was someone that was totally filled with anger, arrogance and
disgust. It was as if he was under a pretense. He wanted to show the world, or
-me, how strong he was, but underneath all that hard rock like skin, it was his
pain. His agony, and no one understood that better then I did.

Even before we were supposed to be
married, we had promised each other that we will live together, we will die
together and no one will ever come in between us. And that is what I was doing.
I was living a life of his unmarried wife. I was keeping my promise...and I am
sure he was keeping his as well, even if he may show that he had forgotten his
promises, like I had shown mine.

He had pain, sorrow, hurt and
sadness and that was all because of me. Me. Me. If I had told him
everything that day, nothing would have happened, and we would be living
together, as a happy couple by now...but I had my own problems to deal with.
And I couldn't let him in on my problems. It was best for him...

"So, Miss Nupur Bhushan..."
Mayank says. It was a good feeling to hear his voice after 2 long years. The
years that we both had spent in pain -sorrow -remembrance -hurt -sadness, were
finally fading away. In a good direction or a bad...I don't know, but they were
fading...and making place for a new kind of relationship. Of boss and secretary,
I don't know...but it will be something new.

"Yes..." I answer, trying
to pull myself together. It had been 2 years since I first faced him, in
person. It was so easy to get wooed by Mayank. His charisma was something like
that. Something that I had failed to understand, but all I knew was, he had
something in him to be called 'THE Mayank Sharma'.

"Sir...." he said,
annoyed, with a bit of arrogance added. " Sir. It is Yes Sir." he
says, his anger, and arrogance towards me, quite visible.

"Yes Sir." I reply back.
My eye lids down, as I looked at the floor, embarrassed.

I then look back up to see his pen
circulating around Mayank's fingers as he leaned back on his car and his feet
up on his desk. "So, Miss Nupur Bhushan, I assume you are ready for your
interview." he states, more as a fact rather then a question. Sarcasm, and
disgust, visible in his voice. Mayank gives me a smirk, and I knew from this
look of his, that this interview will not be easy.

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